And he said,

"I never question

what you ask of me,

even if I don't agree with it.

It's easier that way

with a life partner.

No need to fight with someone

who is a part of you as much as you are a part of yourself."

And I just smiled and thanked God for making me the luckiest girl in the world.

She was a material girl. She told him she wanted a bunto kazmi lehnga for the wedding, her own house when they got married, gorgeous diamond and emerald earrings, and a very expensive honeymoon in Mykonos.

Everytime she would say such things, his heart would sink a little. He looks at the 1000 rupees in his wallet that are supposed to last him the next 3 days. He lets out a sigh.

She looks at him and smiles.

"How about a deal?" she says.

He raises an eyebrow.

"How about you buy me chaat and a chocolate sundae and I waive off the house, and earrings and umm.. settle for cheaper versions of the lehnga and the honeymoon?"

He leans over and kisses her intently. She places his arm around her waist and rests her head on his shoulder.

"Acha, how about Thailand?" she says.

He laughs and squeezes her arm. "Thailand, it is!"

"We all get ONE life and you can't live it for someone else. Live your life and make me a part of it, princess. The best part. I love you to death."

It was a lovely day. Sunny with a mild breeze. The view was breathtaking with waves slashing against giant black rocks. She dug her feet into the warm glistening sand, staring at the birds flying in the horizon, almost dipping into the calm sea in the distance. She felt water spray on her face every time a wave crashed, turned into white foam and disappeared. It was something she would usually love after weeks of stressful work, yet she still felt incomplete. She yearned for serenity.

And just then she feels his arms round her waist pulling her backwards towards him. He bends to rest his chin on her shoulder. She looks at him through the corner of her eyes and sighs.

There it was. Serenity. Tranquility. Perfection.

I know you're upset.. I know it hurts.. I know moving on isn't easy.. but there's one little thing you should know..

Everytime you hurt.. I hurt. I know is sounds cliche but really, it's a cliche situation. I want to help you overcome this phase.. I really do.. but how do I tell u.. that everytime you tell me you love her.. a part of me dies inside.

Am I being used?
Do I live in denial?
or is it for real?

but then again, sur'real' is also part 'real'.

Long winding road, she's lost her crutches. She falls every second. But she picks herself up, brushes her knees and moves on.

But just because she's moving on, doesn't mean she doesn't need her crutches. She needs them more than she ever has.

"Please don't give up on me. Just give me some time. We can be perfect together and you know it. I just have to realize it and come running to you. But please, don't stand in the way thinking of catching me midway my run and giving me a hug, because there is a high chance I might trample the little you."

I quietly listen and smile...

...and wait.